The story will lead to the woman named Aerline Lynx, the woman that it is been chosen to be a maiden by the miscreant or villain to assist him throughout the quest he will accomplish. From the vestal soul and beauty the reason why she is chosen. The...
The vampire whipped Kristinov again and again from side to side he repeatedly switch. Kristinov was moving backward from a strong incursion coming from his rival. But luckily, his hand in the right aspect was holding a shield to protect him from a powerful whip. The thorns of the leash establish a spark every time it hits the shield. After getting hit many times by a whip, Kristinov suddenly grabbed the end of the leash and then swirl around his gauntlet. The vampire pulled it as well Kristinov forcefully. Kristinov pulled it and then swing his sword after casting a spell to his glaive. But the vampire got out of it quickly and let his leash go to his hand thus leaped high backward.
"I do not yearn to harm you, Fenock, do not tolerate me committing this to you!" Vëndaron yelled with ire on his face he couldn't take it. Kristinov did not listen but only continued to mistreat him ere inquiring of questions. Kristinov sprinted toward him and then swivel his sword as he already got neared the vampire. Vëndaron evaded it by moving backward and then swinging from side to side as Kristinov attempted to slay the vampire with his fervid sword. As Kristinov swings his glaive then stomps to make a vibration, striving to slip him but can not.
Vëndaron swirled around then kick him strongly, but luckily Kristinov blocked it with his shield on his aspect. The winds establish like a storm as Kristinov moved back shortly from the kick. "You expect clues?!" Vëndaron yelled to cease this battle at once. He vanishes at the glimpse of a gaze therefore the knight saw him sitting on like throne. Quickly he changed his tone and expression as he sat. He takes off his ruined cape and then tosses it away. His sights brume more like his clothing as well his lips pertained to the dullest twilight. Laid his hands on top of the skull and then commenced to thump his foot quickly above the floor.
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"I pursue here to obtain clues, May I comprehend where the Queen is?" Kristinov put his defense and his glaive to his aspect as a sign he will not harm and his sword's fervid appeared back to ordinary. Kristinov said his question deeply as he strolled toward the vampire. Vëndaron shook and his extended pointed dark nail shrank like typical people's nails. Kristin refuses to take off his armor as the vampire orders him to perform that.
"Your Queen confiding me a tale about this pretty girl I have to uncover" The vampire smirk that his fangs showed up above his dark brim. "Where is she?" The knight tightly clenched his fist behind the darkling gauntlet. The vampire stood after he grin from a slight curl on his upper lips. Lucent moonlight strikes through the mosaic vast window above the cobblestone side. The cold gaze passes his sight to the vampire with awkwardness and bitterness. "Green sights like the tree we breathe, soft milky skin like the clouds above heaven, black hair like the darkest twilight, and lips like a cherry blossom" he smiled like visualizing his fantasy, smelling her neck - he crave.
"You have not retorted to my problem yet" He grinned his teeth within irritation behind the no blithe helmet. "Oh, I passed over, You expect me where she hid?" He laughed after pretending he shirked it. "Very foolish," He told deeply facetiously. "Noble, I do not infer where but I feel she hid in the darkness so that no one can discover her identity, fulfilling and nefarious commitment" confessing it seriously while his hands are on the back. "The truth?" The knight yet asked again sans his ire clenched to his fist. "She did not tell me where but ordered me to uncover this maiden of yours" He supine his gaze to the knight after wandering his sights to the ground.
